September 30th
A family gene
that jumped over her
#Charm
She couldn’t
Not with a filthy mouth
or dirty mind
Honesty in every word
She couldn’t
Not with a fearful heart
or dark soul
Her pain wishing to spill
Her family
#Charmed
Friends from foe
Neighbour
Stranger
But not her.
October 1st
My #identity is pasted on plastic cards
With a name
My height
My birth date
My address
But I am more
than a shitty picture
and basic details.
I have a voice
A face under my mask
Paper and Plastic
don’t define me.
October 2nd
#Trust is another thing
that rusts.
Breaks like a chain.
Nobody’s mistake.
October 3rd
This sword is sharp
Meant to cut
Render flesh
Into ribbons
Draw blood
With a jab
It’s thin
Like my #patience
Worn down
By quick words
And quicker stabs
Perhaps it’s best
I wield a wooden weapon
At least
Until I’ve proven
My #patience is stronger
My lips sealed
October 4th
Like a sun inside
The light fades
And #dims to darkness
Hides behind frowns
Forgets how
To even smile
She tries to rekindle
Reignite the flame
But the wick remains
Unburnt
The lighter flashes
To life yet drains away
And she remains
#dimmed
September 21st
Everything decays
Rots away
To become #ruins
Glorified
As it dies
Living relics
Attractions
For the masses
Til its gone
The tragedy
And mystery
Of life
September 23rd
Tears wash the soul
Nourish the heart
Cleanse the dark
Like the #rain
We danced in
As children
Carefree
And naive
Life’s burdens
Yet on our shoulders
September 24th
I wish to #stitch
a stunning mask
to confound
and astonish
I wish to #stitch
a matching cloak
to keep secrets
and mystify
I wish to #stitch
a wonderful lie
to become my life
and satisfy
September 25th
Darkness was always there
Filling the air
in thick, rolling clouds.
The thunder was loud
after the flashes of lightning.
You would have thought it blinding
except it was familiar
even the shivers
it sent down your spine.
It was divine.
It was #Castlevania.
September 26th
My #luggage seems light
Laughable
I hide it away
Screaming internally
Can’t let them see
I’m vulnerable
Struggling
Gasping
Fighting my demons
What else is there to do?
My burdens are mine
Guilt is there
If I share
And so I lock them up
And battle myself.
September 27th
The waters still
Shimmer and shine
Beneath pale moon light
Her face is reflected
Ivory skin
Speckled by sunlight
Green eyes blossom
Like new buds
On a growing tree
Nature’s #mirror Is friendlier
Than a stranger’s gaze
She welcomes the image
Strong and powerful
For the second week, here are my vsspoem prompts! I enjoyed some of them and was challenged by others. They always start off as short stories and then I remember they’re poems!
That silliness pretty much sums up my week. Got some stuff done around the house and off to get more done!
Hope you guys are all as productive as you want/need to be!
September 15th
The pen scrawled
Across the page
Black ink
Vibrant against
Stark white.
She smiled
As the words
Stumbled Into sentences
On the third page
She stopped
The smile now tears
Their spots marring
Her paragraphs
She signed in scribbles
And kissed the #letter
Goodbye
September 16th
The #Cry for Justice
is answered
with guns, knives,
all sorts of weapons.
And scarcely words.
The people take it
into their own
hands.
Because the scales
are
broken
and
untrusted.
How does this change?
When does this change?
September 17th
(Time zones sometimes screw with my ability to do prompts… Sorry!)
September 18th
My problems are #mountains
that stand tall
despite my
cries.
My worries are #mountains
fierce against wind
and rain
always.
My goals are #mountains
with no summit
to reach
soon.
My life is #mountainous
and they only seem larger
despite my steps towards the top.
September 19th
The grass was burdened with dew
Cool beneath her soft, bare feet
The sun had pulled back its blanket
Its rays of light there to meet
The world seemed to smile at her
Yet she crumbled with defeat
#Serenity was a thing of the past
It was never meant to last
September 20th
#Inertia does not rule my life.
I am constantly
knocked off course.
Change might be
my middle name.
No path to stick to
like some sort of glue.
Not me.
I’m bounced along
from spot to spot
Always thinking its right
But its not.
They tell me so.
Once again, it is a day later than I planned, but it’s for a good reason. I’ve actually been engaged in social activities with family members for once. This is very rare for me as I am that kind of loner who sits at home in front of the computer.
However, maybe this all is a sign of things to change. Maybe I will have a bit more of an adventure from the safe walls of my home. Who knows?
anyways, this is one of those new prompts I started doing over the past little bit. I hope you enjoy these very short poems!
September 5th
I long to #push past
these obstacles made of doubt
that sabotage me
September 6th
Her #shadow cast
by the evenin’ sun
was the giant
she wished
to be.
Its footsteps larger
than the nightmares
that came to call
in the night’s
dark hours.
She tried to remind
herself of that
tucked under
her covers
but
her fears grew
until they consumed her
once more.
September 7th
On swift wings
#Nightfall approached
Its pitch black feathers
fell in swarming shadows
and chased the light
in a playful game
A girl sighed
head rested on hand
in her windowsill
At peace in the dark
she moved to her desk
and lifted her pen
to write
September 8th
In the cold room
he relived memories
picking them apart
for the #omens
they contained
Will-o-wisps
seemed prevalent
dancing on the edge
of his life
but never touching it
He could recall
deaths in vivid detail
of friends and family
until he was alone
In the cold room
September 9th
Emotion is danger
too much
too little
tips a scale
both divine
and cruel
It can fill
the cup
to the brim
or evaporate
both host
and vessel
empty
Let go the
anger
hate
rage
jealousy
envy
they say
it causes damage
to your mind
wears it thin
with time
Teach me how then
September 10th
Waters #follow
the bends
curves
hills
of a land
marred
scarred
defaced
by human hands
Soon Fires #follow
the dried
leaves
trees
rooted in ground
unloved
forgotten
forsaken
by human hands
Then Deaths #follow
the lack of
food
water
on a barren Earth.
September 11th
Good and Bad
Happens in threes
The #Attraction
Forms the link
Like dominoes
Positive attracts positive
Negative attracts negative
It’s a cycle
And it will last
Longer
Than
Time
I say it’s a game
But then
I’m stuck
In the cycle of Threes
September 12th
Walk into the
#Shallows
Walk into the
Hollows
of your own
Heart and Soul
Take a gander
Take a stroll
The mucks and mires
are there to console.
Search through
Cracks
Follow the
Tracks
You’ve made them
Inspired them
Colluded with them
Walk into the
#Shallows
September 13th
Leaves spin and twirl
Like dreidels in the wind
Teased and taunted
By nature’s whim
Crisp flakes of snow
Kiss #green grass
Burying it in warmth
As time begins to pass
Seasons dance as long lost friends
Sharing the same tune
Until the world’s end
Hey everyone! Happy Labour Day, if you celebrate it!
I was enjoying the four day weekend with my hubby, but he’s fallen ill. That means constant snoring is in the background as he naps. Fingers crossed he gets better soon because it sucks when he feels so shitty!
Personally, things are starting to feel more normal since Jasper passed away. I’m crying less, but the last couple nights, he’s visited in some wonky ass dreams so I don’t know what he’s playing at!
That all means my very short stories aren’t as sad, depressing, or negativity. Some are, dare I say, hopeful.
Anyways, hope you enjoy!
August 27th
Lies are #tangled webs
That thrive
When the Truth
Dies
Alone and unspoken.
Lies are poison
We drink and spread
Like dinner rolls
Passed Clockwise.
Lies are the half truths
We trust to soothe Pain
That claims
Our minds
And dines on our hopes.
Lies are vicious Weaponry
We wield.
August 28th
His strength was a #fragile thing, hid behind stone walls made of pure silence. She longed to shatter them and cherish the words he would whisper. But he was a statue. The odd crack pierced his thick skin and his soul was beautifully broken in those moments of despair.
August 29th
The sweet #million tomato plant had grown beyond the garden’s borders. Its vast collection of ripening fruit blocked the zucchini plants and choked the other tomato plants. Roots provided strength to endure the storms that came and went. Yet its own weight toppled its branches.
August 30th
#Somewhere out there lies the reason she exists. If only she could separate it from life’s numerous obstacles. Instead, she wanders from problem to problem, fixated on everything, everyone, but her. If only the voices would stop shouting, putting fresh tears in her eyes.
August 31st
#Forever, she swore on their wedding day to stand by his side. His screams in bad moments didn’t deter her nor his dark days of depression. Their shared laughs and smiles united them like the knots they tied in matrimony. Together they were strong and she would remind him. Always.
September 1st
Street lights remained barren as the #gloaming descended. The asphalt paths were seas of black. Curtains blocked shut windows and multiple locks clicked into place. Any hint of light vanished as the people waited in fearful silence.
The scratching was heard first.
September 2nd
#Love is a stitch, a knot
It ties lives together
Loose or tight
Its thread can break
Wear and tear
It can be replaced
With #Love again
Tender touch
And words of care
Can repair
A broken stitch
But take heart
Best not to break
A bond of #Love
Wails rip my throat
raw with despair
My heart now shards
broken pieces
tearing
free in force
to make me feel
every
single
tear.
His cold body in my arms
It’s a reminder
of a bright light
snuffed out.
His flame flickers
weaker and weaker
gone like the wind
in an instance.
I long to hear his
heart beat like a drum
but its silence is a
deafening blow
and I dissolve into the pain
of his absence.
The bridge stood in splendour
Its moss free bricks
Clean and dutifully placed.
A lone woman wandered
through the forest sticks
In sturdy clothes, no lace.
Her light steps unheard
Her cloak left unseen
She approached the wooden gates.
Called to the armoured guard
Whose face was quite mean
Her fate now to wait.
She was shooed to the woods
To travel under her black hood
Taking her magic goods
Elsewhere.
She wandered the majestic land
Captured by roaming hillsides
& downtrodden structures
The wood splintered, brittle
Under soft touch
Sun hid behind mountains
& the Moon danced higher in the sky
Under pale light & Star’s gaze
She lay on the grassy knoll
And told stories to herself.
Kember's Journey 